Ride Wit Me Lyrics - Spice 1

[Chorus: x2] 

Baby come and go on this jack with me 

Come and do some savage thug shit with me 

If I die up in this drama 

Would you ride for me? 

You can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me 

Fuckin' on the hood of my Benz 

Robbin' some of your old boyfriends (boyfriends) 

Dressed in black like twins (like twins) 

You sexy I'm saggin' (saggin') 

Bitch put this clip in your purse (your purse) 

Cause we about to go do some dirt (dirt) 

These niggas think you won't ride (won't ride) 

Comin' with the element of surprise 

I be hidin' in back up the trunk 

Leave it half unlock so I can dump 

Muthafucka 

These bitch niggas play hoe games (hoe games) 

But the shit gon stop today 

Cause I'ma take this AK (AK) 

Stick a Glock in your lingerie 

And we gon handle this shit like G's , bitch (biatch!) 

You can distract 'em with your cleavage 

(you know I'm sayin' ha ha ha) 

Kick on back with Spice 1 (spice 1) 

Baby, you can ride shotgun (shotgun) 

Little rings around your titty-nipples 

While I'm puffin' on my blunt (my blunt) 

Just some gangsta shit that I do (I do) 

When I ride with me and you (me and you) 

We alone in the middle of the night 

Rubbin' my .44 between your thighs 

You ain't scared it's the thug in me 

Got your lips on my neck and you're huggin' me 

Tinted bulletproof window so they can't see 

Just a down-ass bitch and a hard-ass G 

Ha ha ha ha 

[Chorus] 

Feelin' on your ass while you're bustin' out the roof 

Yellin' 187 out the stolen coupe (coupe) 

Baby come and go on this lick with me 

Born killers like "Mickey" and "Malorie" 

You in love with a fugitive 

Po-po lookin' for me where I used to live 

Ain't got no more jail time to give 

B-a-B-a bomb first my prerogative 

When I see your G-string in a hot tub 

Clips and gats all around makin' hot love 

And you're always down for a lil' sex , money and murder 

Laids up with a reload the gun won't me to serve ya 

Got you lost in a thug world 

Fully loaded magazine playin' with your pearl 

Crystal kinda ? by the pool-side 

Got two twin-Glocks, hers and his nines 

Other hoes is fakin' you're the realest 

When it come to nanana you got the illest 

Got a nigga hittin' switches in the king-size 

Me and you get dressed and goin' Hoo-ride 

That's how we do it 

Some haters ? 

Me and my bitch got you mark-ass niggas scared 

If you don't comin' with the money she gon empty lead 

Leave a nigga in a hooptie with a half-head